Musings and collected bits of prose of a middle-aged genderqueer minister engaged in a personal search for truth and meaning while educating the world about relationships, love, and sexual justice.

Monday, November 17, 2008

too tired

Nothing wears a body out like working outdoors on a cold November afternoon. On the bright side, the windows in the sunporch project begin the installation process tomorrow. On the downside, it is supposed to be bitter cold.

I worked at two jobs today, was filthy from head to foot by the time I had lunch at 10 a.m. and came home to make a nice pot of chili for Monday night football. Well fed, showered and with a warm puppy on my chest, I snoozed on the couch. Now I am headed to bed. This is my NaBloPoMo post for today. Anyone doesn't like it can write their own and leave me be. G'nite.

About Me

These are the ramblings of a middle-aged genderqueer Unitarian Universalist minister in perpetual formation. I write about life, politics, church, religion, spirituality (those are three separeate things), as well as sex, relationships and justice. I hold the world and myself to unreasonably high standards. You might not like that. It happens.